Happy New Year and embracing new perspectives
Photos Jakarta, Indonesia 2014: Humble panhandling It's here, the new year. Not sure that it symbolizes anything. The changing of the calendar? The last 10 months have taken so much, but have also given perspective. The mature side of me says that's more important than anything we could have lost. But the gypsy, artist, traveler in me can't make plans for anything right now. The art of travel is to deviate from one's plans, but I can't deviate from plans that I can't make. Well I can, a little, but I'm at the whim of other authorities that are frankly put, ill equipped to keep everyone safe and keep businesses flowing. It's a conundrum. It's a pickle and more than anything it's scary to continue dreaming like before. What can I dream now if I don't know the rules? Just try anything to see what moves and inspires. It seems to be really the only creative prospect there is. My heart is full, of mostly painful memories. Lost loves and broken